“Very well, let us suppose I do that,” she said. “Do you know what the result of that would be? I can tell you it all beforehand,” and a wicked light gleamed in her eyes, that had been so soft a minute before. Thanksgiving Happy Friendsgiving shirt.  “‘Eh, you love another man, and have entered into criminal intrigues with him?'” (Mimicking her husband, she threw an emphasis on the word “criminal,” as Alexey Alexandrovitch did.) ” ‘I warned you of the results in the religious, the civil, and the domestic relation. You have not listened to me.

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Now In cannot let you disgrace my name,–‘” “and my son,” she had meant to say, but about her son she could not jest,–“‘disgrace my name, and’–and more in the same style,” she added. “In general terms, he’ll say in his official manner, and with all distinctness and precision, that he cannot let me go, but will take all measures in his power to prevent scandal. Thanksgiving Happy Friendsgiving shirt. And he will calmly and punctually act in accordance with his words. That’s what will happen. He’s not a man, but a machine, and a spiteful machine when he’s angry,” she added, recalling Alexey Alexandrovitch as she spoke, with all the peculiarities of his figure and manner of speaking, and reckoning against him every defect she could find in him, softening nothing for the great wrong she herself was doing him. “But, Anna,” said Vronsky, in a soft and persuasive voice, trying to soothe her, “we absolutely must, anyway, tell him, and then be guided by the line he takes.”

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“What, run away?” “And why not run away? I don’t see how we can keep on like this. And not for my sake–I see that you suffer.” “Yes, run away, and become your mistress,” she said angrily. “Anna,” he said, with reproachful tenderness. “Yes,” she went on, “become your mistress, and complete the ruin of…” Again she would have said “my son,” but she could not utter that word. Vronsky could not understand how she, with her strong and truthful nature, could endure this state of deceit, and not long to get out of it. But he did not suspect that the chief cause of it was the word–son, which she could not bring herself to pronounce. When she thought of her son, and his future attitude to his mother, who had abandoned his father, she felt such terror at what she had done, that she could not face it; but, like a woman, could only try to comfort herself with lying assurances that everything would remain as it always had been, and that it was possible to forget the fearful question of how it would be with her son.